I Am Driven Everywhere From A Clinging Home Comments

The line 'But a bitter wind came out of the yellow-pale west' reminded me of Edgar Alan Poe, and the last lines 'and my heart is shaken and fill'd with its triumphing cry: You shall find neither home nor rest; for ever you roam with stars as they drift and wilful fates of the sky! ' seem to mirror in a more modern setting the fate of the curse sailor in 'The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner' ever driven onward, thus I read this several times and valued the poem more richly through associations and deeper more reflective scanning of words and lines.

It took me a minute to get into his rhythm and style but when I did, I found it soulful and about all of us at one time or another

beautiful.........poem

You shall find neither home nor rest; for ever you roam with stars as they drift and wilful fates of the sky! Great imagery in your poem, I liked it......

Great work! With the muse of life. Thanks for sharing.

Beautiful poem. Enjoyed reading. Thanks for sharing.